Happy New Year

Well, Hello!!!
Happy New Year!
Happy 2013!!

Time to embark on a new adventure, head down a new path.
But what do you do when a familiar face or two keep peeking from around the trees,
whispering to you through the reeds?
You know the voice all too well.
There is a hint of temptation, contemplation.

This is the year to make it so.
To ascend and go higher than ever before.
Grab your magic camper and get ready for the ride.

Be bold.
Be alive!

xoxo,
~K

Joyful Noise

A babbling brook,
Your favorite song,
Birds in the morning,
Crickets at night.
The voice of your sweetheart,

The beat of your heart.

My burning heart...

My burning heart smolders.
The heat radiates through my body.
The light pulses like a disco strobe.

My passion dances to the beat of an unknown drum.
My lust, my love twirls around.

Heady and sugary scents fill the room.
Intoxicating.

Sex is not a performance....

I found this on tumblr. I'm not sure where the original is from, but I thought it was beautiful and wanted to share it here.

"Sex is not a goddamn performance.

Sex should feel as natural as drinking water.

It should not require confidence.

Sex should happen, because the moment is ripe.

Ripening lips, ripening labia, ripening cock, ripening pupils, ripening state of being. Ripe and augmented and brimming. Your energy goes to your pumping heart, then to every external nerve, then to theirs, on fire.

You bask, roll, play in it. You sigh, moan, laugh.

It’s not about being “good in bed.”

It’s about being happy.

One should never worry if they’re doing it “correctly.” Sex is not factual. I don’t want your cookie-cutter sex, I don’t want your meticulously crafted, calculated, fool-proof fuck. I don’t want a show. I want you. Let your instincts, urges and whims define that. It’s enough.

What do most girls like? Forget about it. Statistics are meaningless when there’s only one. Hello, here’s me. Here’s you.

Don’t worry about taking it too slow. We got time. We got infinite rhythms, combinations, possibilities. Explore each fuck. Take our time. We can do a different one later.

Don’t worry about making me come. I’m here. Right where I want to be.

I am overwhelmed by wanting; you don’t have to convince me. I want you because I like you. So don’t put on a front. Don’t taint this.

I’m frustrated—it’s just authenticity I want.

It’s originality.

It’s passion.

It’s joy.

Don’t say that something I like is ugly. Don’t compare yourself to the rest. You will live and die with and within your experiences like everyone else. If someone thinks you are amazing, they are not wrong. Their universe is as real as any other; it is forged through perception.

I don’t care if you accidentally slammed my head into the wall, if you slipped out, if my arm cracked, if the delightful pressure of your wet lips on my anything made a silly sound. There is no right way and no wrong way.

“Good in bed,” what.

You’re good in my bed. I’m pleased you’re there. I feel it suits you.

Shove your technique. Let your memory swallow it. Fuck me like you’d fuck me, fuck me like you feel.

This isn’t a test.

"


(source: nickolaiolivier )